Page 110 of Cruel Elite (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 3)

Maybe if it was love. Real, genuine love.

Maybe then I could risk my sister’s safety by bringing Noah into the fold.

Maybe then I could trust him to help me protect her, to figure this out together.

But this? This constant push and pull, give and take?

It isn’t worth the risk.

I can’t trust Noah.

And he sure as hell doesn’t trust me.

I open the door and step out, turning back to look at him before I close it. “Goodbye, Noah.”

Before I’ve even reached the porch, he’s driving away.

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Noah

Fuck, she feels like a dream.

Silky smooth and warm over me.

And so fucking tight.

When she moans my name, I feel like I might explode.

Fuck it—that’d be a good way to die.

If this sex is poison, I want to drink a gallon of it.

I want to drown in it.

I want to drown in her.

“Noah!”

I’m jerked from my thoughts by the sound of J.C.’s voice.

Not the best way to emerge from a daydream. Especially not a daydream likethat.

I glare at him. “What?”

“I’m trying to plan the biggest party of our lives, and you two are acting like you don’t even care,” J.C. complains.

I look at Caleb, who’s smiling at his phone, no doubt at a message from Haley. He waves J.C. off with a dismissive middle finger.

We’re in Finn’s house. A high schooler’s dream come true. It’s parentless and stocked with food and alcohol that Finn has delivered every two weeks.

What more could you ask for?

“Can you stop sexting for five minutes?” J.C. pleads. “There will be plenty of time for that this weekend. Unless, of course, Spring Fling doesn’t happen because I’m planning the entire thing by myself.”

Caleb shakes his head. “If you knew what she was saying to me right now, you’d understand.”

“Go ahead. Enlighten us. Lord knows I could use a little stress relief.”

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